Friends stage a fake intervention for John at a bar, using a circle of trust pillow game to tease him about his drinking. They mock his new health kick, reminisce about Jägerbombs and wild nights, and suggest he leave town or go home early, all in good fun.
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Right, I'm about ready for another one. Can I get the babes?
Red wine, please.
Joe? I'll go for a pint of lager, please, mate. Superb! Next one. Hey, John Boy! How you all doing? Fine, just about to get off. I'm gonna go to the bar. What can I get you? Get me a lemonade. With vodka lemonade? No, no, just a lemonade on its own. Just neat lemonade would be great, thanks. Me and me and the missus are on a bit of a health kick kind of thing. Come on, come on, the 4 of us are here, going to the bar. What can I get you? Be serious. A coffee. A coffee would be brilliant.
Irish coffee. Boo! No, no, no!
Don't get coffee. No, no, no, no! Is he back? No! No! What I want is somebody to go and get me a fucking cranberry juice! All right, guys, what's going on? What are you all doing here? We need to do this. You need to do this. You need to do this now. Go on, take a seat.
Yeah, can somebody explain— You're in the circle of trust now, yeah?
Right.
When you're in the circle of trust, whoever holds the pillow gets to talk.
You're my little brother, yeah? The way you've been conducting yourself with this drinking fiasco is appalling.
I think he deserves a bit of that. Yeah, well done.
Not you.
John, I've, I've, um, written a letter. Very sweet. Remember the time when we went out for those Jägerbombs and you ended up down under the bridge with that French student? Tried to bang her but you fell asleep.
Yeah, I'm not, I'm not proud of that. It was a good night.
It was a great night. Ever since your condition started, things haven't been the same. You're better than Cranberry juice. Shh, shh, shh.
You make me sick. When was the last time you pissed in a wardrobe? When was the last time you stole a traffic cone? When was the last time you fell asleep on the night bus and woke up in edgewear? When was the last time you lost an erection?
Right, okay, give me the fucking pillow and I'm gonna say my piece now, right? Maybe I enjoy going home early on a Friday night, clear-headed, and then getting a decent night's sleep, and then waking up on a Saturday and going for a swim or doing some admin, sending an email or something. Think about that.
John. What? Pack your bags, yeah? What? You need to get some time away. You need to think things through, man.
